I'M So Over This Kurdish Thing - In Trump's Own Words

In my infinite wisdom I tell you this thing, In this here my kingdom Will the pendulum swing; One minute the Kurds So cute in their garb, The other the Turks With their venomous barb. The former I’m told Are people to trust, But I just like the bold That don’t self-combust. Give me a winner, A strong man each time, I’d rather a sinner Who’ll follow my line. Call me ‘cold-hearted’ But what do I care, The process now started Depicts my great flair. Like a conductor I set forth the tone, The finest instructor The world’s ever known. Let’s finish this bleating And follow my lead, So the Kurds get a beating, A serious nosebleed; They’re nothing to me, Just a festering sore, I hereby decree This subject’s a bore.